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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IX, Issue 85, 10 April 1874, Page 2

The mistake almost amounts to a vulgar error in supposing that the English farmer understands his business so much better than he of the colonies This is well explained by a well known and highly respected old New Zealand farmer, who hot long since left these shores for the home country. In a nioßt interesting letter he tells us : — "I travelled through a great. pars of England during the last harvest, and was astonished to find to how large an extent corn crops were still being cut by hand in the same old-fashioned manner I was accustomed to see twenty years ago," The writer goes on to say, "in the wheat-growing districts of New Zealand, from which I came, such a mode of proceeding is almost unknown. A reaping machine is nearly as much a necessity to a farmer (and we are mostly small farmers) as a plough. If he cannot afford to buy a machine himself, he joins with a neighbor in doing so. Unless under very, peculiar circumstances, corn is never cut by hand. This is one of the chief reasonß why, with laborers' wages at from 6s to 8s a day, for eight hours work, we can still afford to grow wheat at about half the English ' prices. Surely in this respect English farmers might take a lesson from their colonial brethren. — Auckland Herald. Young Lady Cooks foe the Country.— At the Agricultural Fair in Santa Clara, prizes are offered for the best cooks among ' the unmarried ladies. This is a move in the right direction, and we hail the fact as an evidence that we are to return to the

simplicity of early times, when our wives were helpmeets instead of "help-eats;" when the young wife brought to the matrimonial copartnership a willingDees to hear her share of tho burden and labor of life; when one Bilk frock, one China tea set, half a dozen stiver spoons, and counterpanes of her owu patchwork, were evidences of the simplicity of her taste, the economy of her life, and piomises of future industry. Now the young birds must begin where their mother leaves off. Her outfit is a trousseau^ a gorgeous house, rich in upholstery, mirrors, carvings and ornamentation of paint, plaster, silk and velvet ; she sneers at a cottage where love h, and prefers the cheap and showy boarding house to an own but humbler home. The Santa Clara Pair gives not only a prize for the best young cook who can manage a cheap and economical dinner, but other prizes will be hanging round within sceut of tho eavory viauds to nose themselves out a wife — awkward, beardless, robust young farmers, ready to offer themselves, their virtuous lives, their industrious habits, their welltilled farms, to a bride who will know how to preside over the multifarious duties of a homo in the country. We advise our city girls to go in and win. Show the country maiden that you, too, know how to broil and bake and fry and stew; then, for the finish to your feast, give an extra dessert — something to tickle the farmers palate, and ien to one you will steal away from the country girl the honors and lovers of tho day. And when the farmer's boy a wooiDg comes, accept his hard band and honest heart as a surer anchor and a firmer trust than the half-gentleman, half-hoodlum, who parts his bair in the middle and offers to share with you the chances in his lottery of life. If we had a thousand sweethearts, we would advise all save one to go to the country. If we had a thousand genteel, halfstarved city friends, fighting the grinning fiend of genteel poverty, striving to keep up appearances, living beyond their means, in constant dread of what the world will Bay, slaves to society, we would Bay, go to tho country; with half a hundred acres of God's bountiful soil, you may live happy, healthful, independent, self-respected, and contented. — San Francisco paper. Condemn no man, says John Wesley for not thinkitg m you think. Let every one enjoy the full and free liberty of thinking for himself. Let every man use his own judgment, since every rran must give an account of himself to God. Abhor every approach in any kind of degree, to the spirit of persecution. If you cannot reason or persuade a man into the truth never attempt to force him into it. Its love will not compel him to came, leave him to God, the judgo of all.